Page 44 of Giving It to the Enemy

Elena froze at the vehemence in Saint’s voice. “I work damn hard for this house.”

“This is what you wanted, Elena? You wanted to fuck my enemy? You’re giving him free fucking pussy, or is he giving you something for information on the club?”

She stumbled back as if he’d struck her.

Pipe finally broke out of whatever stupor he’d been in, and he slammed his fist against Saint’s face. Three strikes, one after the other. “You want to hit me, then hit me, but don’t fucking talk to your sister like that. We’re together because we want to be. No other fucking reason. She’s no whore, and she never once made a choice between you or me.”

“You fucked my sister, and you expect me to think that you’ve not used her for information.”

“What information?” Elena asked, wrapping her arms around herself.

“Huh?” Saint asked, turning to her.

“What information could I give?” She’d found her anger, and it was rushing to every pore of her being. “I’m not part of the fucking club. I work in a sex shop. I don’t have anything to say. I don’t even know my fucking brother, and you know what, I don’t fucking care.”

“This is my enemy.”

“He’s the man I love!” The truth spilled out of her mouth, and she shook her head, turning toward Pipe. “I’m sorry. I know we didn’t talk about it.”

“Don’t talk to him. Get the fuck out,” Saint said, urging Pipe toward the front door.

“No. You can’t do that.” Elena rushed toward Pipe. “This is my house.”

“It’s okay, baby,” Pipe said. “I’ll deal with this.”

“I’m dealing with this. Stay the fuck away from my sister, and don’t come back.”

“I’m not leaving Elena,” Pipe said. “I’m willing to talk to you, and you’re not in the right mind to talk.”

“Leave, before I fucking kill you.”

Elena gasped as Saint pulled a gun out of the back of his pants, and pointed it at Pipe.

“No!” She rushed in front of Pipe. “Put the gun down.”

“You’ve not been around the club, Elena. What you did was fucking betray me. I should cast you the fuck out.”

“I did nothing wrong. There’s nothing that I know of the club.”

“By fucking that asshole, you fucked with the club. Get out of the way before I do something I’ll regret.”

Leave with him.

Glancing up at Pipe, she took a deep breath. “Will you help me?” she asked.

“Always.”

Nodding, she glanced back at her brother. “I’ve never done anything to hurt you, and being with Pipe wasn’t about you. I like him, I love him, but you feel I’ve betrayed you.” She gave him a watery smile. “I’ll leave.”

She took hold of Pipe’s hands, and stepped away from the house.

“Elena?” Saint grabbed her arm, and she shoved him away.

“This is for the best. I don’t belong here, and you’ve just proven that. I belong with Pipe. Goodbye, Saint.”

She turned her back on him, and kept on walking with Pipe. The shirt she wore landed mid-thigh, and she held onto Pipe’s hand tightly. Glancing up at him, she saw blood was dripping down his lip, and bruises were already forming.

“Are you okay?”

“Me, I’m fine. How are you?”

“I’m … numb. Why did you not fight him at the beginning, and then hit him?”

“No one calls my woman a whore, no one. I’ll take care of you.”

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